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Benjamin
Poems
Mar 2018
Guesthouse
My top hat
full of thick liquid.
It looks like the sun
dazzled itself to nausea,
through the window of
desperate fingerprints
- to my precious
black, top hat.
I can feel
under my body, the ***** marks
people left before
me, when grunting and
******* and crying.
The ***** at the reception,
filled crosswords and smoked
two at a time,
told I will enjoy my time
at their guesthouse
- with teeth, that could
make dentists despise
their job.
In the closet, my clothes
dropped from the hanger
- guess they have given up.
I'm still considering,
using my precious
top hat.
#dark
#hotel
#depressing
#sad
Written by
Benjamin
20/M/Finland
(20/M/Finland)
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